Friday, October 23, 2009

Blasts From the Past

Sometimes people blast random music here in my office. Today I heard two gems:

Regulate by Warren G
The Choice is Yours by Black Sheep

This really takes me back to high school. It feels like high school was yesterday. However, I know that isn't true because my 15 year reunion is this year.

How is it that I graduated from high school 15 years ago? It only sounds like it's a lot of time. But truthfully, it went by in a blink.

Between college, marriages, kids, divorces and deaths, so much has happened. But when I think about high school, I can remember so many things as if they happened in the recent past. We all go our separate ways, but for so many of us, if we were to get together now, I feel like it would feel as if no time has actually passed.

At least, that's what I hope when I go to my reunion this year. Because we all went through too much together to have it just fall by the wayside. Sure, we all have our lives now, but it's nice to know that there are people out there who knew you THEN. It's comforting.

Hopefully someone who knew me then will hold back my hair so I can puke if I drink too much at the reunion.

Update

We got the costume. Stay tuned for pictures!!!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

If You Were Us..

The little man will be 18 months old when Halloween rolls around. I say we get him a cute costume, even though he won't be trick-or-treating. Said cute costume would make him a boxer...How freaking cute is that?!?

The husband's point of view is that since he won't be trick-or-treating, why would we get him a pricey costume...we could be using that money to buy him educational toys.

But I want pictures of my little cutie dressed up for Halloween!

It's quite a pickle.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

It's Tuesday? Already??

I was in a loooong meeting earlier today and we were contemplating what our next steps are to be on a certain project. We discussed getting together later this week for a follow-up meeting and I couldn't for the life of me understand why no one was suggesting that we regroup on Wednesday. When I finally brought it up, everyone said, "Wednesday is TOMORROW."

Oops. My bad. I thought it was still Monday. Depressing? Maybe.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Kind of a Weird Day

It's Monday, which automatically puts me in a bad mood. But the situation got a bit worse later this morning. We have a 10-story garage attached to our 12-story building here at work. And sometime this morning, an older woman drove up to the top of the garage, where no other cars were parked, locked her car, and proceeded to jump off the building.

No one from my office actually saw her jump, which is pretty crazy considering several of my coworkers were in a meeting in a conference room that overlooks the top of the garage where the woman parked. Still, no one saw her jump, but one coworker did see her body on the ground below before it was covered with a white sheet.

When I finally went over to look out the window onto the scene below, I was shocked. I could plainly make out the body under that white sheet. A hand was sticking partially out. But the strangest part was that the woman's purse lay next to her, its strap broken. I'm not sure how that happened.

But it made me wonder why the woman would take her purse with her when she jumped. And what would make her do that in the first place? To jump off the roof of a parking garage in the middle of a tourist trap...granted the side of the garage she chose to jump from faces an alleyway and isn't in the middle of the busy street.

In any event, we don't know much more about what happened, and I don't know that we ever will. It's unsettling. What would make this woman do such a thing? It seems like she did so calmly, as if it were part of an everyday routine. I can't stop thinking about this, and I can't shake the weird-icky feeling I've had all day since.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Dear Yo Gabba Gabba,

Thank you for being like crack to my son. I mean this in a good way.

I can't explain it, but something about the show Yo Gabba Gabba can captivate Tucker like nothing else. I've tried other shows, and he'll watch for a few minutes. But he won't sit right in front of the TV mesmerized with other shows like Jack's Big Music Show the way he is with Yo Gabba Gabba.

I find myself singing the show's songs throughout the day at work. "Please don't throw things at friends, please don't throw things at friends," or "Shake shake shake shake it off! When you get hurt you have to shake it off!" It's amazing how catchy the songs are. Tucker has even started singing to them. It's hilarious - he just sings gibberish in this falsetto-ish voice along with some of his favorites. I think he's a little shy about it because I can't get him to do it all the time.

My only complaint with the show is that it's on at such weird times. Granted, I have no clue what time it's on during the day since I'm at work, but why why why does it have to be on at 10:30 at night?? And I'm totally grateful that it's on On Demand, but why why why are there only four selections available at any given time? We can watch four episodes in an evening...and then watch them all over again the next day! No wonder I know all the songs by heart.

All I know is, a kids' show that features bands like The Shins, celebrities like Jack Black and rappers like Biz Markie is awesome. So what I'm trying to say is, the show might be like crack for my son...and I might - might - be addicted myself.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Why I Wish I Liked to Run

If I liked to run, I'd be able to put on a pair of running shoes, open my door, and hit the pavement. If I liked to run, I could do it pretty much anytime, pretty much anywhere. If I liked to run, I wouldn't have to join a gym to get my cardio in.

Unfortunately, I don't like to run. Since giving birth, I've exercised two times. I gave birth in April of 2008. So...this isn't the best track record.

I am feeling like I want to work out. However, this feeling usually comes in the middle of the day while I'm at work. Not exactly the best time to go sweat it out. By the time I get home from work, I just want to cook and eat dinner, play with my baby, hang out with my husband and go to sleep. I am freaking tired.

At the same time, I know that working out will give me more energy, get rid of the muffin top I've got going on, and make me feel better in general. But I honestly feel like I don't have the time. Plus, all of our workout equipment is in the basement, and that's not quite the best place for anyone to be at the moment (we had a little issue with some water coming in). So what's a girl who feels that workout need to do?

I'm not sure. I'm asking for opinions. Something cheap. Actually, something free. I hear that there's an exercise channel on Comcast On Demand. Anyone ever try it?

This would all be so much easier if I liked to run.

Friday, September 4, 2009

I Quit Coffee. Kind Of.

I had to quit coffee. It wasn't hard in the least, which leads me to the conclusion that I wasn't addicted in the first place. I had been drinking the stuff for less than a year, and the main reason I started was because my office acquired a Keurig coffee machine and it was such a neato gadget that I had to try it out. Repeatedly.

I happen to love the taste of coffee, but coffee itself makes me all jittery and nuts. I ignored all that and went ahead with a daily (or two) cup of Keurig-made goodness. After awhile, it became part of my morning routine at work.

When I went to work at my client's over the summer, my coffee habit followed me there. And sure, the coffee would wake me up and keep me awake for a good few hours, but then I found myself needing another cup in the middle of the afternoon. And I wondered why I couldn't fall asleep at night.

Besides wakefulness when I'd rather be asleep, I began to notice that I had heartburn a lot more often. And I just generally wasn't feeling up to par.

And that, my friends, is when I decided to quit coffee. I quit while on vacation. It was so easy. I never had headaches, was never cranky (well, no more cranky than usual), and I fell asleep with no problems.

I came back to my regular office determined to continue my coffee-free lifestyle. I made myself a cup that first day back, and couldn't even finish it. It tasted like ass. So I started drinking the green tea that I found in my stash at my desk. And I have to say, I feel so.much.better.

And then...pumpkin spice lattes returned for the fall to Starbucks. I had one today...decaf.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Sometimes All It Takes Is a Good Pandora Station

I totally forgot that I love listening to Pandora while I work. I've created some pretty motivating stations for myself, including the Duran Duran station, the Shimmy Shimmy Ya station, and the Bell Biv Devoe station.

The latter, which I'm currently listening to, has made me all nostalgic for my early high school years, when I was all into extra large t-shirts and colorblocked shorts.

I hope our 15-year reunion actually happens as promised this year.

But I digress. When you're at work, and provided that you can actually access Pandora at work, get yourself to the website and set yourself up with a station that motivates you to get a shitload of work done. You won't be sorry.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

This Time of Year...

...always motivates me to get back into cooking. I love to cook. But during the summer, I'd rather be NOT cooking.

So...I've spent some time today going on recipe sites trying to come up with some creative ways to cook chicken that don't involve me marinating them in Soy Vay. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE Soy Vay. But sometimes I'd like to prove that I can do something other than marinate chicken in the stuff.

On a somewhat related note, this time of year also reminds me that I can knit - although I'm no expert - and I really really really want to get back to it. I think I'll start with a hat I meant to knit myself this past winter. Maybe it'll be finished by next winter. Stay tuned for the progress.

I'm feeling a little rusty on the writing front, which is ironic, because I got to do a LOT more writing this summer at my client's office than I have in a long time at my job. It was nice. But I feel like my personal writing has gone way downhill.

Good thing I've committed myself to writing daily in this blog.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Forgive Me, Readers, For I Have...

...oh wait. Jews don't do confession.

Anyhoo, it's been quite some time. My summer was a good one. I was working out of my client's office for four months while my main contact was on maternity leave. It was a good experience, and I'm grateful for the opportunity. I'm also grateful to be able to return to my regular office, my regular job.

I'm always giddy around this time of year. There's something about late August/early September that really energizes me. I get that back-to-school feeling, even though I'm long past my school days. Makes me want to get fall clothes. Makes me want to get organized (my perpetual struggle). In any event, I like it.

My little man had a little language explosion over our vacation in Virginia last week. It was amazing to hear him say things like, "Oh boy," and "All done!" I'm so proud to be his Mommy. He's good at sharing about 75 percent of the time, and he loves to help me put things away and sweep the floor. I don't really have the heart to tell him he's not very good at sweeping.

This post is kind of a jumble of things, but I want to say that I'm back. I've been thinking a lot lately about revamping this blog and making it great. I still plan to. But for now, I'm just going to keep on writing.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Ancient Parent Secret

I am always so exhausted after work. It's a long damn day. Then I go home, make dinner, play with the baby and hang out with the husband. Which is all great stuff. I'm not complaining. But dude. I'm TIRED. So by the time the baby goes to bed (LATE), all I want to do is go to sleep. The dishes don't get done, the dust stays put on the furniture, and I don't even want to discuss the floors.

I figured out what I need to do to get a little housework done late at night after Tucker goes to sleep and Brian is doing work.

I drink a huge cup of coffee before I leave work. I'm rarin' to go until about 11, 11:30. I got so much done last night, people. Is this the best thing for me? Probably not. But for now, I finally realize why so many people drink coffee. I'll stop drinking it eventually. Like when I retire.

Monday, April 6, 2009

So, Um, Yeah

It's been awhile since I've posted. I'm kinda burnt out, I have to admit. But I'm trying to pull myself out of it.

Work has been hectic. My client is going on maternity leave, and I will be taking over for her while she's out. I'm excited about it, but there is a lot of preparation involved.

Speaking of preparation, Tucker's first birthday is coming up! What does that mean? A party, of course. We're talking a barbeque with family and a few close friends. It's going to be like 50 people at least. Tee hee!

I love getting myself going on planning these things. I always think, "Oh, it'll all just fall into place." Um....

I have a lot of shit to do!! We've got to make sure the house is clean enough and clutter-free. We've got to make sure there's enough food...and along that line, we've got to get a kick-ass cake for the little guy. We're thinking a cupcake is the way to go. And then we might have something special for the adults...for those of you who read the blog, this'll be a fun surprise.

So, that's it in a nutshell. We got a new washer and dryer thanks to my wonderful husband. He really made doing laundry enjoyable, if there is such a thing as doing enjoyable laundry. Now if only there were enough hours in a day to catch up on said laundry...

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Somehow, I Know One Day This Will Bite Me In The You Know What

I always, always, always find bathroom humor hilarious. I'm like a five-year-old. So whenever Tucker farts, I laugh.

Well now, he laughs whenever he farts too. This is probably not a good thing. But damn, it's cute.

Friday, February 20, 2009

How Did It Get To Be That I Haven't Posted In So Long?

I don't even know. The weeks are flying by. Tucker just turned 10 months old. It's really kinda crazy. His hair is getting long, like the kind of long where it's in his eyes a little bit, but I just can't bring myself to cut it. I think he looks damn cute like that. After his first birthday, I'll consider it.

I had an amazing weekend last weekend. I had a group of mommies over to my house who are truly just so cool. They're smart and talented and crafty and just so much fun. The meetup was actually a surprise shower for one of my friends who just had a baby. What a good excuse to get everyone together. They came from as far as New York and North Carolina and I couldn't have asked for more. It was awesome.

Brian has a gig in Vegas in two weeks and I'm so proud of him. He's got some other stuff coming down the pike, too. I feel like I should probably be doing his PR. Brian if you're reading this, we should talk about that.

This weekend is all about cleaning the house and trying to get organized. For a damn change.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

This Is What Happens When Mommy Isn't Home During The Day


Brian and Tucker like to mess with me while I'm at work. I'm always so jealous when I leave the house in the morning and they're still in their PJs, hanging out. So this is the (blurry) picture I get from them this afternoon...Apparently my baby is now a hillbilly.


Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Memory Candles, Best Friend Poems and Pink Balloons

Those are the things that I remember most about my bat mitzvah...that was 20 years ago today! I wish I could say that it was more meaningful than just the big party that took place after I stood on the bimah and sang (in Hebrew, no less) in front of 200 of my closest friends and family. But I honestly was just excited about having a big party.

It wasn't a super-fancy affair. I had a luncheon after my service, complete with a band, a huge display of pink and white balloons at the front of the room, and little pads of pink paper made to look like dollar bills with my face stamped on each one as favors. Not cute.

I remember the party being really fun, and I remember that everyone loved my dress, which in retrospect was definitely more of a "night party" dress than a luncheon dress. But no matter. The important thing is that I got to party with my friends for the day, collect a lot of checks and get my very first period that night.

Yep. I became a woman that day in more ways than one.

And I bet you're thinking that I did something stupid with all the cash I got that day. Nope. I saved most of it, but spent some on a big TV and VCR for my room. So that I could record Young and the Restless and Days of Our Lives. True story.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Inspiration

I told Amy that I would be writing a blog entry about inspiration...like two weeks ago. And then stupid Steven Speilberg made that the theme of his acceptance speech of his lifetime achievement Cecil B. DeMille whatever-it's-called award last night at the Golden Globes. And now everyone will just think I'm copying him. But I'm not. Amy, can you vouch for me? Thanks.

So...2009. We can talk all day about how it's the year we have to remember to mind our finances because the economy's in the shitter, and it's the historical year that we will see an African American man become President of the United States of America. And those are really important things.

But I'm going to talk about how 2009, at least for me, is going to be the year for inspiration. I'm going to look at what inspires me to do things, whatever those things are, and I'm actually going to do them. I am feeling alternately very motivated to create and too tired to create them. I have a lot that I want to achieve, and I feel like I want to make good on those promises to myself.

Last year, 2008, was an incredible year. I had a beautiful baby boy who amazes me every day. And I want him to be proud of me. I want him to look at me as an inspiration to do the things he wants to do. I know this might all seem kind of scatterbrained and arbitrary, but I know what I mean. For some reason I'm having trouble articulating it. Maybe when I start actually creating, I will be able to convey what I mean if I'm not coming off as making any sense.

My husband inspires me to think outside the box every day. He is constantly thinking up new things to do or perform or build. It's really amazing - his mind never stops. Sometimes I might seem annoyed because he's CONSTANTLY talking about new things - but I think mostly I'm just jealous that he is so creative and I don't think I can keep up sometimes. I want to be as creative as he is.

I've been lucky enough to meet a group of women, mothers specifically, who have inspired me to try things that I've been scared to try because of fear of failure. I'm gonna try. Because I'm inspired to.

Inspired to what, you might ask? I want to be better at the things I know. I have always been one of those people who knows a little about a lot of things. I want to know a lot about a lot of things. Like I can cook, but I'm not exceptional. I can knit, but I want to do things besides scarves and the like. I can write, but I haven't practiced my craft enough to really wow anyone. There are a million examples like this.

So 2009, here you are. A clean slate for me to fill with my creations, whatever they may be. Stay tuned.